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He repeated the process several times, and finally held it out toward the troubled girl. "You ken take it now," he said, his whole manner softening. "Guess Beasley's 'death's head' has gone to its grave. Ther' ain't no sort o' trouble can hurt any, if you only come down on it hard enough. The trouble ain't in that gold now, only in the back of Beasley's head.
"Guess I'm " But his remark remained unfinished. With a boisterous laugh the boy flung a small canvas bag on the counter and emptied its contents before the other's astonished eyes. "Ther'," he cried gleefully. "I want dollars an' dollars from you. An' you'll sure see they ain't duds." Beasley's eyes opened wide. In a moment he had forgotten his ill-humor.
"However, if you want to stay Well, I must drive into the camp before dinner, and we'll see about the little room when I return." "That we will, mum miss. That we will," cried the farm-wife in cordial relief as Joan hurried out of the room. Joan drew up at Beasley's store just as that individual was preparing to adjourn his labors for dinner.
"And even funny old Si Snubbins had tears in his eyes at the last when he begged us to find his Celia." "I know it," Bess agreed sympathetically. "But I can't help being excited just the same. If we should find them at this Mother Beasley's " "I don't expect that; but we may hear of them there," said Nan. "Here's our new chum." The flower-girl had darted away to sell one of her little bouquets.
"David Beasley's the quietest man God has made, but everybody knows what he IS! There are some rare people in this world that aren't all TALK; there are some still rarer ones that scarcely ever talk at all and David Beasley's one of them. I don't know whether it's because he can't talk, or if he can and hates to; I only know he doesn't.
Beasley's frame seemed to swell as if a flood had been loosed in his veins. Sweat-drops stood out on his pallid face. "What you want?" he asked, huskily. His drawl was slow and cool, his tone was friendly and pleasant. But his look was that of a falcon ready to drive deep its beak. Beasley's reply was loud, incoherent, hoarse. Las Vegas seated himself across from Beasley.
I told them all about Beasley's deal an' asked them to help me. So we planned to beat Anson an' his gang to Magdalena. It happens that Beasley is as strong in Magdalena as he is in Pine. An' we had to go careful. But the boys had a couple of friends here Mormons, too, who agreed to help us. They had this old stage.... An' here you are."
"How much?" "Fifty dollars. In an' out with teamster." "Does he know the way?" "Sure." The woman eyed him steadily. "I don't want any mistakes. This is a case of murder." Beasley's interest suddenly redoubled. The problem was growing in its attractiveness. "Who's the feller?" he asked unguardedly. "That's not your business." The woman's eyes were cold.
Joan was standing in the kitchen giving her orders preparatory to departing to the camp, whither she was going to mail her letter to her aunt at Beasley's store. "You see," she was saying, "I'll have to make some changes in the house. I'm expecting my aunt from St. Ellis to come and stay with me. She won't be able to do with the things which have been sufficient for me. She will have my room.
But Beasley was too slow, and, with an impatient exclamation, he snatched up the biggest of them and set it on the somewhat delicate scales with a heavy hand. "Say, you're rapid as a sick funeral," he cried. "I ain't got no time to waste. What I got here'll need that an' more. Ther'!" Beasley's temper was never easy, and his narrow eyes began to sparkle. "You're mighty fresh," he cried.
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